Earth

• Ken Dong, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

The Earth’s anger represent the shatter.
But it is our choice, so it’s our matter.
The Earth is our land.
It is everywhere, even in the sand
Water has claimed lives and drowned.
Though, we are the ones who frowned.
Although, water is our core.
And we can never ever tore.
If air spins it has infinite power.
Able to claim lives for hour.
But, air is the source to keep us movin.
If not, we can’t start groovin.
It’s fiery hot flames, and the black smoking death.
We need to move fast, or else the fire theft our lives.
Although, we need the light at night.
To survive the heat at the fight.